#justforfun
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Wrong number of syllables.
You're counting now, hey?
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
hardest party with floozies & saddo
wrathful wifey is choosing bolt cutter
**** gets naughty with ****** at brothel
problem youngin threw toolkit at father
wanton hottie is looking for lovers
step-son keeps eyeing good-looking step-mother
some cunt-dropping is pooping on flower
punk's just gotten caboose-kicked by copper
dumbest blondies as students of Harvard/Oxford
Trump went shopping with Putin for armor
[oops, the last one is risky]
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
some words go US Eng, some go UK Eng
so inside the word-dividing "[ ]" is the chosen sound
KIND OF A WA[ɔ]LKING...
EMITTER OF ENDORPHINS
INNER-LIGHT-EVOKING
VAU[ɔ]LT WITH
A FORMi̲DABLY ENORMOUS
INFINITELY RISING RESERVE OF
THRILLINGLY PO[ɑ]SITIVE EMOTIONS (wa[ɒ]nt some?)
THE EPITOME OF DELIGHT & ENJOYMENT
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strolling through some au[ɔ]tumn spo[ɑ]ts
sa[ɔ]w some gyals
being dolorous
stole up o[ɒ]n 'em
once I'm close enough
I'm exploding
with that mind-blowing stuff
I've noted 'bove
ba[ɔ]wling "lit morning, quit mourning"
so ear-splittingly like my ***** just go[ɑ]t
torn apart
they, seemed to me, were in
total sho[ɑ]ck
unloading, giving 'em a[ɔ]ll I've go[ɑ]t
which got 'em a little overpa[ɑ]cked
each of 'em got a lethal cor atta[ɑ]ck
overdosed, they dro[ɑ]pped
on the ground like ja[ɔ]ws of cha[ɑ]ps
at the sight of girls with bo[ɑ]ds
that are smoking ho[ɑ]t
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ALSO, TRULY HOPEFUL
BORN WITH LO[ɑ]TS
OF OFFERS OF EMPLOYMENT
IN TERMS OF MOVING FORWARD
THE MOTION'S NOTHING LESS THAN HURTLING
ALWAYS, EVERY MOMENT
MAINTAIN THE FIRST PLACE
IN A LIST OF POTENTIAL BOYFRIENDS
FOR GIRLS THAT
ARE INDECENTLY GORGEOUS
AND UNBELIEVABLY JOYOUS
lyrically, these word-co[ɑ]mbs
come close to what a ***** does
performing a *******
[once was told that I have 0 SELF-IRONY]
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
Humpty Dumpty dinosaur
Cabbage intervention
Pomegranate superman
Cat combustion engine
Floribunda mermaid sock
Tulip nuts crab apple
Dingo sausage metaphor
Peanuts wedding chapel
Rabbit bacon octopus
Toadstool hair satsuma
Weasel carrot gristle flag
Timone simba pumba
Purple chicken nugget sauce
Generic baby boomer
Zebra armpit underware
Butterfly harpooner
***** pickle under pants
Worm negotiator
Windy beansprout sausage dog
Cardboard Rotavator
Hairy ice cream body *****
Juicy **** denial
Otter baby gusset lunch
Autopsy free trial
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
sitting there, looking pretty
i can't help but wonder
starting to feel a little witty
hope i don't make a blunder
eyes lock, and you beckon me closer
and of course
hope you don't think i'm a loser
in your delirium, giving me the source
fingers touch, electricity courses through my veins
my eyes go wider
as i look down and confusion pertains
who the **** gets drunk on apple cider?
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
oh how sad it must be,
to constantly cast that hateful gaze
can't let yourself be free?
just don't leave your heart out to catch ablaze
much like that of a flea,
you cling to things
that people have flung out into the open sea
not quite sure what satisfaction that brings
but ok boomer
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
I could write
A simple rhyme
Simply to take up time.
Or
A quiet novel
Whispering about a lover who grovels.
Or
A bold song
To share what’s been on my mind so long.
But
This is just a simple rhyme.
Simply because I have the time.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
Cold and gloomy is the night,
not a single star in sight,
Even a haze is about the moon.
Surely something horrible will happen soon.
The radio has static,
I change the station.
Wait! What is that I hear?
Please let it be my imagination,
Justin Timberlake and Justin Bieber
in concert together.
Surely the end is near,
feel the world tremble in fear.
Wait! What is that I hear?
There has been a mistake,
you have been pranked.
ALesiach © 05/29/2014
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
our love was a movie-worthy romance
poorly written, fake, and over in two hours
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
Want to get drunk on apple cider
Fall into the haze of apple scent
Want to dance the two step
Until my legs are spent
Want to forget my name
As I am carried to my bed
Left to sleep in a spinning cycle
That revolves around my head
Then the morning breaks
Hits my brain with a sonic boom
And splinters pierce my eyes
As the sun cracks into the room
Birds scream out full throttle
And my eye twitches with each tweet
Want to run to the window screaming
But can’t seem to feel my feet
Ten minutes later I have moved
A foot away from the bed
I know what must be done
To cure this hanging head
Get drunk on apple cider
Fall into the haze of apple scent
Then dance the two step
Until my legs are spent
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
you want to watch me flourish
you nourish my soul
around you, I bloom
and all my colours show
so let's take it slow tonight
I want your bites and bruises
tender plights and kisses
aching for your pain
teeth trail veins, craving you
we'll leave the world behind
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
My cat can juggle
It’s something he learnt when young
Three ***** he can throw
Though he has tried and tried
He can’t quite manage four
He puts on shows at the old folks home
They cry and cheer and can’t believe
A ginger tom can be so adapt
At juggling three ***** on his back
A circus tried to buy him
But I couldn’t part, not for any amount
He doesn’t do it for money
But for the tin of tuna he is given each night.
My cat can juggle
But what he does best
Is something just for me
At the end of each day he can sing
A purring lullaby, sitting on my knee.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
skimming the feed of poetry
reading the works of poets
liking here and there
without ever a care
some of us rather copiously
we all have our favorites
but the poem is just the beginning
of the start with a spark
if you never look at the activity
you are missing the best part
it's the jam that turns me on
in comments short or long
continuing the song
so don't be offended
of the flame that's ignited
its all rather splendid
to fire the wordplay excited
it's not really a contest
but more of a sinuous ebb and flow
hoping for a laugh or looking to decompress
when you have a day that blows
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
I should not be so easily read
A book by its cover, judge dredd
An enigma works for me
A minority report of my soul to be
All bets I aim to hedge
Yet a blade runner on knife's edge
With total recall I can see
The true nature of my history
So lay waste to my bones
I tire of playing this game of thrones
For I like the walking dead
Should not be so easily read...
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Tutol
Ako sa
Nakararaming
Gumaganap na
Alam ang tama.
In english as a more accurate translation...
Since I actually **** more in my native language....
I am
Definitely against the
Information given by
Oppressing and assuming
Total majority
So yeah, just so you know
Anything is correct, probably, possibly.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC
Dreams,
they tell our futures
if we believe they do.
Summer, you do not have to be a fleeting lover.
Dreams,
they tell our futures
what we want them to.
You do not have to be a fleeting lover.
Dreaming is important
in and out of the sheets;
inhale the sea
and bring it back to me.
Please, don't go,
but if you do,
breathe me in and
take me too.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
my favorite thing
would be that writing poems
worked off calories
:0)
©2016janetaylor
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
Sweat is dripping down,
Trailing down my body,
The dirt that i have, coming off,
My body is bruised all over,
Feeling numbness on my joints,
I kneel down on my feet to clean up the mess i made,
As i neatly level the sand, i leave,
I feel happy and at ease,
Now that I'm done with this,
I think I can sleep in peace,
May my crushes soul rest in peace !
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Give me a reason,
Give me a reply,
Let us go in suit and tie.
Women from here,
Women from there,
Long hair,
Or short hair.
Never seen something so rare !
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Dear poem,
When will you knock?
What color aura will you have?
Will you play an instrument?
What will your voice be like?
Will you like pink flamingos?
Will you be afraid of mice?
Will you be a Preacher?
Will you campaign for human rights?
Andy Warhol was a fake, you know
no artist should get others
to do the hard work for him
I don’t know your opinion on that
Will you play scrabble with me?
Will you be my love
or just abandon me
just as we’re getting started?
yours truly
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC